All for a Song (Allison Pittman) by Allison Pittman

Author:Allison Pittman
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: FICTION / Christian / Historical
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2013-01-31T22:00:00+00:00

If every building looked like La Grande Station, Dorothy Lynn might have thought she’d arrived in some exotic country rather than Los Angeles, California. As the train took on its familiar slow, chugging cadence, she stared out the window at a wide, round dome that looked to be shining gold in the fierce sunset. And then, to see massive palm trees—like she’d only ever seen in her Children’s Illustrated Stories of the Bible—rising above the turrets, she caught her breath, thankful they’d arrived before dark.

“Home at last,” Agnes said. She’d been fidgeting in the seat across from Dorothy Lynn for the past hour, smoothing her dress and taking her hat on and off, mussing her hair each time. “I hope my Kenny recognizes me. I feel like I’ve gained ten pounds since the last time I was home.”

“You look fine,” Dorothy Lynn said. It hadn’t occurred to her that, upon their arrival in Los Angeles, most of her traveling companions would get off the train and go to their actual homes. In the back of her mind they were a permanently nomadic group, traveling from one town to the next, staying at the nicest of cheap hotels and sleeping on trains in between. She clutched her purse, painfully aware of the exact amount of eleven dollars and eighty-two cents within it, what was left of the two dollars she’d been paid for each of her appearances on Sister Aimee’s stage.

“Do you have someplace to go?” Agnes asked, craning in her seat to look beyond Dorothy Lynn. “I mean, is someone meeting you?”

“I’m going to see my brother,” Dorothy Lynn said. It was what she’d been telling everyone. See sounded so much more hopeful than find.

“Oh, that’s good. That you have someplace to go, I mean. I’d invite you to come home with me, but Kenny and I only have one bedroom . . .”

“I’m fine,” Dorothy Lynn said, giving the older woman a reassuring pat. Come to think of it, Agnes might not be quite thirty, but she carried herself with a matronly air that made her seem much older. “I’m sure Mr. Lundi will help me find a room, at least for tonight.”

Agnes sniffed. “I’ll just bet he will, and you be careful there. Now that we’re home, he’ll be able to get out of Sister Aimee’s sight. He has a bit of a reputation, you know.”

“So do I. The wholesome, good girl, remember? Plus, I’ll be meeting up with my big brother who fought in Europe. I think I’ll be in safe hands.”

“Still—” Agnes reached into her bag and pulled out a scrap of pattern paper and a thin, blue pencil—“here’s my address. You need anything, you just show up.”

“Thank you.” Dorothy Lynn felt tears welling. She looked at the numbers, wondering how she’d ever find such a street.

All around them people stood as the train came to its final, shuddering stop. Dorothy Lynn had never been one to hurry off the train, not wanting to get caught

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